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Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Prince Marion Wesley Chara.

Age:
Nineteen.

Kingdom and Position:
Prince of Erendale.

Sexuality:

Homosexual.

Pro/Anti Separation

Likes

+ Autumn.
+ Cats.
+ Writing Poetry.
+ Fancy Clothing.
+ Lore and Legends.
+ Dancing.

Dislikes:
- Loud Noises.
- Unsavory Smells.
- Spring.
- The Dark.
- Violin Music.

Personality
Ever the society snob, Marion can come off as very rude and jaunting to those less fortunate than him. He is highly likable when he's not in one of his many bad moods, prone to quick humor and warm sentiments. His bad moods are often what make him so unlikable to begin with, he changes like a summer storm and nothing about him is stable. These changes often happen in the strangest way, sometimes reverting his entire personality to fit his current interests but they are very transparent changes and easy to see right through.

His true colors best show when he's faced with someone of a lower status and that often surfaces the highly bratty prince within. Very snobby without even trying to be, he often scares away anyone who wants to befriend him and readily drives everyone mad.

History:
Never quite as rambunctious as his younger sister, he was often found deep within his own studies as a child. Very quiet and calculating, he seemed to find his solace in the form of words and literature and diverged deeply into knowledge. He was a very jealous child, the kind who was easily offended by the smallest things and felt he deserved all that he asked for- he is a prince, mother! He had no interest in the people around him and held everyone at a cold distance, as he grew older however, his silences became taunts and he often jived at the ones who served him. His interest in literature grew to epic poems of a somewhat gruesome nature, though he'd never show them to anyone.

Extra:
He writes poetry avidly and it's really gorey and kind of awful. He thinks it's entirely wonderful but it's really not.

Blind Maurice.

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

@DisguisedDemon He's mostly harmless, just kind of the biggest jerk in the world. I'm glad you liked him though and I'm glad to be a part 8)

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Prince Marion Wesley Chara.

Age:
Nineteen.

Kingdom and Position:
Prince of Erendale.

Sexuality:
Homosexual.

Pro/Anti Separation

Likes

+ Autumn.
+ Cats.
+ Writing Poetry.
+ Fancy Clothing.
+ Lore and Legends.
+ Dancing.

Dislikes:
- Loud Noises.
- Unsavory Smells.
- Spring.
- The Dark.
- Violin Music.

Personality
Ever the society snob, Marion can come off as very rude and jaunting to those less fortunate than him. He is highly likable when he's not in one of his many bad moods, prone to quick humor and warm sentiments. His bad moods are often what make him so unlikable to begin with, he changes like a summer storm and nothing about him is stable. These changes often happen in the strangest way, sometimes reverting his entire personality to fit his current interests but they are very transparent changes and easy to see right through.

His true colors best show when he's faced with someone of a lower status and that often surfaces the highly bratty prince within. Very snobby without even trying to be, he often scares away anyone who wants to befriend him and readily drives everyone mad.

History:
Never quite as rambunctious as his younger sister, he was often found deep within his own studies as a child. Very quiet and calculating, he seemed to find his solace in the form of words and literature and diverged deeply into knowledge. He was a very jealous child, the kind who was easily offended by the smallest things and felt he deserved all that he asked for- he is a prince, mother! He had no interest in the people around him and held everyone at a cold distance, as he grew older however, his silences became taunts and he often jived at the ones who served him. His interest in literature grew to epic poems of a somewhat gruesome nature, though he'd never show them to anyone.

Extra:
He writes poetry avidly and it's really gorey and kind of awful. He thinks it's entirely wonderful but it's really not.

He has a white cat named Blind Maurice.

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

@DisguisedDemon Done and done, I'll get started on his CS.

Live like Royalty... Or Die Trying

Can I reserve a prince spot with Erendale possibly? 8)

Ink On Your Soul

@Morte Angelis

"By the Gods, you're elves! That's marvelous!" the warlock said warmly before slapping his palm against his forehead and shaking his head. He swept the woman into an embrace of his own very suddenly. He wasn't the tallest and he seemed to be more on the lean side but it was a solid hug, the kind that would ground someone in need. He seemed enthused to meet her and to know just the slightest bit more about their heritage, it was as if something was coming together and his slamming heart was now slowing in their presence.

"Bread? Oh yes, that sounds brilliant. I've only had a smoothie today, I kept thinking that I'd get so nervous that I'd bite straight through the straw and make an utter fool of myself-" heat rose in his cheeks and he smiled sheepishly at the woman he'd hugged as easily as an old friend, as easily as family and maybe she was as good as family now. "Anxiety can be a monster of an affliction! I'm just glad I'm not sweating- that would be the worst impression and you both seem so nice- My mother will love you! Can you tell him that he has the most wonderful eyes? They are truly wonderful!"

He released her lightly but not before pressing a kiss to both of her cheeks and turning back to his soulmate, though he couldn't understand him, he felt the growing urge to learn to. He wanted to know everything that he could learn, he was practically teeming with excitement that replaced the anxious shivers with flooding warmth. This was his soulmate! He had a soulmate and they didn't seem to think he was an idiot at all! This was his soulmate!

"My lord, I- Oh dear, I had planned something but I-" holding a single claw up, he pressed his hands together and rubbed them lightly before a glow of red began to beam through the spaces of his fingers. He seemed very focused on the task at hand, gnawing the corner of his lips before drawing his hands apart and stretching the beam of light. It started to shimmer and take a shape, and the glow died to reveal a rose spread across his palm. The petals were a soft velvety red and the stem was long and graced in neat thorns, it was a beautiful thing with something almost shining about it. "And here it is!"

Extending the rose to him between clawed fingers, he was smiling brightly because he hadn't expected it to work himself. His powers were often sort of volatile, sometimes the didn't do anything that he requested of them and that could have very easily ended in a spark of light and nothing more but the rose was as real as the leaves rustling around his feet. He seemed so proud for a moment that it was ridiculous, he nearly started bouncing up and down with exuberance. "Let me know if he likes it! I wasn't sure I could even make that work- I- I kept getting dandelions when I was practicing!" he declared with just a touch of embarrassment. "I just always thought a gift would be nice to offer to them when I met them."

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

Cliffclan.

Acorntail

Name: Acorntail.
Age: 18 Moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Cliffclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Shadowpaw.

Skills:
+ Tracking.
+ Leaping.
+ Very Quick.

Scars/Birthmarks: Very bushy tail that's ruddy in shade.
Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Excitable and warm, Acorntail was born with a penchant for getting himself into trouble and often tried to sneak out of the nursery. He wasn't very good at it because he was somewhat of a fumble foot and often ended up causing quite a stir. This excitement followed him throughout his life and he's very quick to kindness and often comes off as very warm to his fellow clan mates.

Biography:

Born of Cliffclan with his sister Squirrelpelt, he's been here his whole life and doesn't know anything else. He trained very hard to become the best warrior that he possibly could and he ended up one of the best trackers in the clan and hopes to pass this skill to all of his apprentices.

Extras:

His mother was a beautiful brown she-cat named Mothwhisker and his father was a red tabby named Russetnose. He has one sibling and her name is Squirrelpelt.

Squirrelpelt.

Name: Squirrelpelt.
Age: 18 Moons.
Sex: She-cat.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Cliffclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: No current apprentice.

Skills:
+ Hunting.
+ Quick Learner.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Torn ear, a pale scar along her jaw.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Known for acting like something of a snob, she can come off as sort of prissy and often doesn't want to be included in tasks that could be considered dirty or trying. Though very sharp-witted and quick to the draw, her self confidence often gets in the way of her helpfulness and makes her very lazy.

Biography:

Born into Cliffclan with her brother Acorntail, she often wondered what was beyond the clans and that made her act out as an apprentice. Often trying to refuse simple tasks, she was constantly in trouble and constantly acting like a pain in everyone's tail. She became a good hunter but she tries her very best not to put that skill to use, if only to be a jerk.

Extras:

His mother was a beautiful brown she-cat named Mothwhisker and his father was a red tabby named Russetnose. She has one sibling and his name is Acorntail.

Shadowpaw

Name: Shadowpaw.
Age: 7 Moons.
Sex: She-cat.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Apprentice.
Clan: Cliffclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Acorntail.

Skills:
+ Fighting.
+ Tracking.

Scars/Birthmarks: White dash on flank.
Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Clever and curious, Shadowpaw has a natural drive to learn and takes everything that she's taught very seriously. Often a heavy pusher of the warrior code, she's still known for making mistakes and can be very fussy about her soft fur.

Biography:

Born to a Twoleg farm, she lived with her mother and father until she was four moons old and she expressed an interest in getting away from the soft life. Though these were just the ramblings of a wander lust stricken kitten, her mother took them very seriously and left her just within the clan borders. Confused and alone, she ran into a patrol and was taken back out of pity.

Extras:

Once a kittypet, her mother was named Bell and her father was named Stripes.

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Lightclan:

Gorsestorm

Name: Gorsestorm.
Age: 30 moons.
Sex: Male.
Mate: Mintcloud.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Thunderpaw.

Skills:
+ Fighting.
+ Hiding.
+ Good Defense.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Long scar along side.

Relationships:
+ Mintcloud [ Mate ].
+ Pending.

Personality:

Gorsestorm was always a fighter, filled with spirit and exuberance, he often liked to go above and beyond with anything that he was told to do. Humorous, often making light of bad situations and friendly, he liked to be on every cat's good side. Though he has a pushy side and can appear to be bossy at times.

Biography:

Gorsestorm was born within the clan and from the moment he was out of the womb, he could never seem to shut his trap. He loved talking and he often irritated the other apprentices when he was training but he liked to dream big and hoped to be a leader one day. He settled for finding a mate and having kits.

Extras:

His mother was a she-cat named Tiltedheart and his father was a tom named Yarrowstep.

Mintcloud.

Name: Mintcloud.
Age: 25 moons.
Sex: She-cat.
Mate: Gorsestorm.
Clan Role:
Queen.
+ Softkit.
+ Pebblekit.
+ Stonekit.

Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A.

Skills:
+ Very Intelligent.
+ Basic Fighting.

Scars/Birthmarks:
N/A.

Relationships:
+ Gorsestorm [ Mate ]
+ Pending.

Personality:

Brilliant and teeming with life, she was a great match for Gorsestorm. Her humor was in the form of pranks and general silliness, she had a love for making other cats laugh. She's very loud and sometimes rather shrill but otherwise exciting company.

Biography:

A shy kit at first, she didn't show much excitement towards being a warrior one day and she often seemed to hang back with battle training. She grew up finding that it was fun to make fun of her siblings and soon gained confidence through her warm humor. She only ever wanted to be a queen some day and have kits of her own.

Extras:

Her parents were a she-cat named Icecloud and a tom named Tornear. Her siblings were Talonheart and Mallowkit.

Thunderpaw

Name: Thunderpaw.
Age: 6 moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Apprentice.
Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Gorsestorm.

Skills:
+ Quick footed.
+ Brutal Fighter.
+ Good Sight.

Scars/Birthmarks:

+ Small scar on his muzzle from a training accident.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Sharp and sometimes bad tempered, the tom is known for his seemingly stormy personality and often grumbles about every possible thing but has a brute drive for fighting and seems to excel in anything where he argue and mutter.

Biography:

Thunderpaw joined on his own accords, seemingly out of nowhere, the kitten had found his way into their camp and had been just as shocked as them when he got there. Often loud and squawking as a kitten, he was very demanding and brute, he almost always seemed aggravated by the simplest of things and soon became apprenticed to Gorsestorm in hopes of showing him humility.

Extras:

His mother was a loner named Spark and his father was a loner named Colt.

Talonheart

Name: Talonheart.
Age: 25 moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Robinpaw.

Skills:
+ Very Strong.
+ Clever.
+ Brilliant Fighter.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Many battle scars and tattered ears.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Ambitious and prideful, Talonheart never seemed to know when to give up and he was only made a better warrior through his constant push and shove attitude. He is incredibly bossy and thinks he's in charge of just about anything that doesn't automatically bite him. He's got a sharp tongue and an astute mind.

Biography:

The largest of three kits, he was often tussling throughout the nursery with his sisters and boasting about all the battle moves that he was going to learn some day. He wanted nothing more than to be the best warrior he possibly could and didn't let anything hold him back.

Extras:

Ashclan.

Tanglenose

Name: Tanglenose.
Age: 20 moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Ashclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A.

Skills:
+ Keen sense of smell.
+ Great hunter.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Very tangled fur full of small scars from scratching at it.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Often kind of an oddball around camp, he's a very silent warrior and never has much to say beyond what's expected of him. He's very stoic and doesn't want to get involved in arguments or confrontations and tries to avoid everything at all costs.

Biography:

A matted tom kitten was born amongst two seemingly healthy she-kits and when the two she-kits proved to be very sickly, he was the last one left. He never spoke much and seemed almost unexcited about being an apprentice, he never did seem excited about much and became a warrior under a quiet and unassuming demeanor.

Extras:

Mother was named Lionstrike and father was named Streamwhisker, his dead siblings were named Spottedkit and Rosekit.

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

Lightclan:

Gorsestorm

Name: Gorsestorm.
Age: 30 moons.
Sex: Male.
Mate: Mintcloud.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Thunderpaw.

Skills:
+ Fighting.
+ Hiding.
+ Good Defense.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Long scar along side.

Relationships:
+ Mintcloud [ Mate ].
+ Pending.

Personality:

Gorsestorm was always a fighter, filled with spirit and exuberance, he often liked to go above and beyond with anything that he was told to do. Humorous, often making light of bad situations and friendly, he liked to be on every cat's good side. Though he has a pushy side and can appear to be bossy at times.

Biography:

Gorsestorm was born within the clan and from the moment he was out of the womb, he could never seem to shut his trap. He loved talking and he often irritated the other apprentices when he was training but he liked to dream big and hoped to be a leader one day. He settled for finding a mate and having kits.

Extras:

His mother was a she-cat named Tiltedheart and his father was a tom named Yarrowstep.

Mintcloud.

Name: Mintcloud.
Age: 25 moons.
Sex: She-cat.
Mate: Gorsestorm.
Clan Role:
Queen.
+ Softkit.
+ Pebblekit.
+ Stonekit.

Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A.

Skills:
+ Very Intelligent.
+ Basic Fighting.

Scars/Birthmarks:
N/A.

Relationships:
+ Gorsestorm [ Mate ]
+ Pending.

Personality:

Brilliant and teeming with life, she was a great match for Gorsestorm. Her humor was in the form of pranks and general silliness, she had a love for making other cats laugh. She's very loud and sometimes rather shrill but otherwise exciting company.

Biography:

A shy kit at first, she didn't show much excitement towards being a warrior one day and she often seemed to hang back with battle training. She grew up finding that it was fun to make fun of her siblings and soon gained confidence through her warm humor. She only ever wanted to be a queen some day and have kits of her own.

Extras:

Her parents were a she-cat named Icecloud and a tom named Tornear. Her siblings were Talonheart and Mallowkit.

Thunderpaw

Name: Thunderpaw.
Age: 6 moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Apprentice.
Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Gorsestorm.

Skills:
+ Quick footed.
+ Brutal Fighter.
+ Good Sight.

Scars/Birthmarks:

+ Small scar on his muzzle from a training accident.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Sharp and sometimes bad tempered, the tom is known for his seemingly stormy personality and often grumbles about every possible thing but has a brute drive for fighting and seems to excel in anything where he argue and mutter.

Biography:

Thunderpaw joined on his own accords, seemingly out of nowhere, the kitten had found his way into their camp and had been just as shocked as them when he got there. Often loud and squawking as a kitten, he was very demanding and brute, he almost always seemed aggravated by the simplest of things and soon became apprenticed to Gorsestorm in hopes of showing him humility.

Extras:

His mother was a loner named Spark and his father was a loner named Colt.

Talonheart

Name: Talonheart.
Age: 25 moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Lightclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A.

Skills:
+ Very Strong.
+ Clever.
+ Brilliant Fighter.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Many battle scars and tattered ears.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Ambitious and prideful, Talonheart never seemed to know when to give up and he was only made a better warrior through his constant push and shove attitude. He is incredibly bossy and thinks he's in charge of just about anything that doesn't automatically bite him. He's got a sharp tongue and an astute mind.

Biography:

The largest of three kits, he was often tussling throughout the nursery with his sisters and boasting about all the battle moves that he was going to learn some day. He wanted nothing more than to be the best warrior he possibly could and didn't let anything hold him back.

Extras:

Ashclan.

Tanglenose

Name: Tanglenose.
Age: 20 moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Ashclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A.

Skills:
+ Keen sense of smell.
+ Great hunter.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Very tangled fur full of small scars from scratching at it.

Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Often kind of an oddball around camp, he's a very silent warrior and never has much to say beyond what's expected of him. He's very stoic and doesn't want to get involved in arguments or confrontations and tries to avoid everything at all costs.

Biography:

A matted tom kitten was born amongst two seemingly healthy she-kits and when the two she-kits proved to be very sickly, he was the last one left. He never spoke much and seemed almost unexcited about being an apprentice, he never did seem excited about much and became a warrior under a quiet and unassuming demeanor.

Extras:

Mother was named Lionstrike and father was named Streamwhisker, his dead siblings were named Spottedkit and Rosekit.

@ViolentViolet And the last of em'. 8)

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

@ViolentViolet I actually had a few others mapped out, let me make those CS's bc it looks like Lightclan could use some warriors :o Should I also make one or two for Ashclan?

Sun and Shadow (A Warrior Cats Role Play)

Acorntail

Name: Acorntail.
Age: 18 Moons.
Sex: Tom.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Cliffclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Shadowpaw.

Skills:
+ Tracking.
+ Leaping.
+ Very Quick.

Scars/Birthmarks: Very bushy tail that's ruddy in shade.
Relationships:
+ Squirrelpelt [ Sister ].
+ Pending.

Personality:

Excitable and warm, Acorntail was born with a penchant for getting himself into trouble and often tried to sneak out of the nursery. He wasn't very good at it because he was somewhat of a fumble foot and often ended up causing quite a stir. This excitement followed him throughout his life and he's very quick to kindness and often comes off as very warm to his fellow clan mates.

Biography:

Born of Cliffclan with his sister Squirrelpelt, he's been here his whole life and doesn't know anything else. He trained very hard to become the best warrior that he possibly could and he ended up one of the best trackers in the clan and hopes to pass this skill to all of his apprentices.

Extras:

His mother was a beautiful brown she-cat named Mothwhisker and his father was a red tabby named Russetnose. He has one sibling and her name is Squirrelpelt.

Squirrelpelt.

Name: Squirrelpelt.
Age: 18 Moons.
Sex: She-cat.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Warrior.
Clan: Cliffclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: No current apprentice.

Skills:
+ Hunting.
+ Quick Learner.

Scars/Birthmarks:
Torn ear, a pale scar along her jaw.

Relationships:
+ Acorntail [ Brother ]
+ Pending.

Personality:

Known for acting like something of a snob, she can come off as sort of prissy and often doesn't want to be included in tasks that could be considered dirty or trying. Though very sharp-witted and quick to the draw, her self confidence often gets in the way of her helpfulness and makes her very lazy.

Biography:

Born into Cliffclan with her brother Acorntail, she often wondered what was beyond the clans and that made her act out as an apprentice. Often trying to refuse simple tasks, she was constantly in trouble and constantly acting like a pain in everyone's tail. She became a good hunter but she tries her very best not to put that skill to use, if only to be a jerk.

Extras:

His mother was a beautiful brown she-cat named Mothwhisker and his father was a red tabby named Russetnose. She has one sibling and his name is Acorntail.

Shadowpaw

Name: Shadowpaw.
Age: 7 Moons.
Sex: She-cat.
Mate: N/A.
Clan Role: Apprentice.
Clan: Cliffclan.
Mentor/Apprentice: Acorntail.

Skills:
+ Fighting.
+ Tracking.

Scars/Birthmarks: White dash on flank.
Relationships:
+ Pending.

Personality:

Clever and curious, Shadowpaw has a natural drive to learn and takes everything that she's taught very seriously. Often a heavy pusher of the warrior code, she's still known for making mistakes and can be very fussy about her soft fur.

Biography:

Born to a Twoleg farm, she lived with her mother and father until she was four moons old and she expressed an interest in getting away from the soft life. Though these were just the ramblings of a wander lust stricken kitten, her mother took them very seriously and left her just within the clan borders. Confused and alone, she ran into a patrol and was taken back out of pity.

Extras:

Once a kittypet, her mother was named Bell and her father was named Stripes.

@ViolentViolet I can fix anything that need fixing, I left the relationships as pending because I don't know too much about the other characters yet but if anyone wants to be their friend or whatnot then they're free to.